The headdress of a person is shown,
Maniac is he, the helmet worn shall concern;
A hated element of his mind is confirmed,
Jolliness is not his spirit, nor his face.
He hates those in authority, in weakness is he,
The analysis shall prove him to be a wrong hat
And a wrong hat is called a wrong profession.
There is no humour in his voice,
Their job is more important, but why?
I love the achievement of some men,
Voices from the past engage.
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